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ghouljams · 9 months

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I'm sure most of us are too foolish to try and run from the Fae. Sorry to disappoint! I think we would try to seduce the Fae thinking we live in a romance genre despite showcasing first to die in the horror movie traits.

Also, you wrote a grimoire as a senior capstone? If it's not too much in terms of details about your life, would you be willing to share more about how/why that came to be? Or even what sorts of cool things were included in it? That has to be one of the coolest capstone projects ever!

No, no, it's my own fault for making the fae sexy. I've doomed you all. I'm sorry.

Here is where I give a big BIG disclaimer that I am an outsider to the practice I wrote about, and will never be able to fully practice it outside of the research and compiling that I did for my capstone.

The tl;dr is that I wrote a Hoodoo/Rootwork grimoire for my women/gender/sexualities capstone. Which is such a mouthful, sorry about that. Details under the cut.

So the how and why are pretty easy, which is that my capstone class for this minor was focused on the black diaspora in the US and the intersections with feminism. Which again disclaimer: I'm so white. I loved the class, we read a lot of really fantastic books and I learned a lot! One of the books we read was on southern hoodoo folk magic and I was really interested in how magic intersects with medicine and religion. So Hoodoo became a fascination and I ended up writing a part essay part grimoire.

I read so many primary sources and found some old school practitioners, and just compiled all the information I could on Hoodoo. Which is not Voodoo, just wanna point that out at the start here. I did a lot of herbalism research, pulling traditional names and uses. I cross referenced the different plants with areas they would've grown in and their actual medical uses. Very useful for the historical essay part of the grimoire.

I could go on and on about the different spells and rituals that I learned, but I do not want to present myself as an expert on this because I'm not! Again I am an outsider to this practice, take my words with a grain of salt.

The really fun historical context that I wrote extensively about is how African women in slavery in the USA were using rootwork and herbalism as a medical practice. I also was looking at how the intersection of that medicine with US racism and Christianity made them widely feared as white people thought they were able to conjure demons and work magic. Unsurprisingly this made slave owners push Christianity and specifically Baptist Christianity on their slaves which mixed with the African Religion Collective(ARC) and created an interesting blend of the two within Hoodoo(this happened more severely with Voodoo but that's a different topic).

The Hoodoo religion portion of this is a closed practice. The rituals within Hoodoo do show up within a lot of different practices though. It was cool seeing the intersections of other practices and what everyone seems to agree on. Things like ritual baths and color associations are pretty common, but poppets and mojo bags aren't! Same with USA specific animal magic. It was a lot of planning and organizing to get all my chapters in order since I was hand writing and illustrating everything.

Anyway I usually use my grimoire for rootwork/herbalism which is not a closed practice. My professor wanted to keep my grimoire which was really flattering, but I got it back after grading.

#ghoul speaks #do not think of me as an expert #hmmm i dont wanna say i wont answer questions on specifics within hoodoo #but i also love talking about it #i will answer herbalism questions

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rayj4ck · 11 months

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It occurs to me that I’ve had this in my head for a while, but never actually posted it. So here comes a spicy take:

Linkle was the most wasted character in the entire Legend of Zelda series.

I heard somewhere that the first LoZ game was based off the experiences of the creator when he was exploring around his backyard. And that feeling is back in full force now more than ever.

But you know what’s been sitting on top of that like an elephant? Zelda, Link, Ganon. Zelda, Link, Ganon. Wisdom, courage, power wisdom courage power the chosen sword only the hero can use chosen by the goddess chosen chosen chosen. Link is the chosen one. Always the chosen one. And you’re playing Link! You’re the chosen one! Congratulations!

Except when you’re not. Putting aside physical characteristics, I don't know about you but some days I just don’t feel chosen. Put a pin in this, we’re gonna come back to it.

So Hyrule Warriors comes out. It’s a non-canon horde fighter with a bunch of familiar characters from a bunch of other games. Neat! And a few new characters. Check this one out, she looks a lot like Link, and she’s sure she’s the chosen one. But Link is also here? He's always the chosen one. But she has this compass that's definitely magic in some way, maybe even goddess-type magic. Very exciting.

Then they make her a klutz. No big deal, it's not really a character flaw, so it's not something to get mad about.

Then they keep sidelining her missions. Literally putting them off the main path, and not affecting the story in any major way.

Then that keeps happening all the way to the end. I don't think she never meets up with any of the big characters in a major way (I think she meets Zelda once? It doesn't stick), and they give her the "Oh no, some of Ganon's forces remained!" cleanup battle while Link and Zelda were...busy? Napping? She was literally an afterthought in the game.

Now let me take you down this scenario. You're playing along the main missions when you get to a Linkle one. Maybe you've played her side missions, maybe not. Doesn't matter. You start it up, and uh oh, clumsy Linkle, always going the wrong way! She stumbled right into the BOSS ARENA. You think to yourself "Oh this poor lady, she's gonna get taken hostage by Ganon," but you play along the level anyway and do your best to fight through it. It's hard, but not impossible. You even get to fight Ganon! And...win? Huh?

She won. The evil is defeated, the sky changes back from red and black to blue and white. Elsewhere Link and Zelda are scratching their heads wondering what happened. This lady, just a chicken farmer not chosen by anyone, was strong enough to defeat the evil.

Now, this is pretty crazy even for a hypothetical, but I think we can get away with it because this game isn't canon. Wouldn't it be fun to say that because of this the cycle is over? Link and Zelda and even Ganon are free from this curse of constantly being reborn and dragged around by the neck for their destiny, all because someone from outside the three won the day.

(Also this is only tangential, but I got you to click one Linkle post, I'm shooting my shot now. They gave her some of the coolest weapons we've seen? Like, Twili Midna has some good ones like just creating and dropping a pillar on a dude, and the one where Link just uses his giant fairy mommy is pretty fun. But like, Linkle has akimbo multi-shot crossbows [which is the closest thing you'll get in Hyrule to being John Wick], super-speed lighting boots, and is proven to be friends with cucccos. CUCCOOS. THE MOST POWERFUL FORCE IN THE ENTIRE CANON. Literally indestructible and will fuck up your day if you hit them too much.)

TL;DR? Linkle could've been Nintendo's way to say "You can make a difference even if you're NOT chosen. You can still win the fight against the big bad."

#the legend of zelda #hyrule warriors #linkle #loz hw #legend of zelda: hyrule warriors

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bootychomper · 1 year

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Okay so some people wanted the head cannons so here😼🤲

Also @neptunxx (whispers these in your ear)

most of the elemental alliance and the ninjas parents went to the same school since there weren't that many schools in ninjago back then.

except for cliff gordon,Lou, and coles grandfather (the master of earth that was shown in the season 4 flashback) he was way older than the rest of the alliance,by the time Misako(5) started school he was already in his mid twenties and his daughter(lilly) was 2. while Lou and cliff both went to the marty openheimers school for performing arts.

Garmadon and Wu only started school in like 7 grade because fsm realised how detached they were from the rest of ninjago.

Dr Julien and Misako were really close when they were younger because their families lived together, they both had financial issues so they worked together and supported each other.

They had a small phase were they genuinely thought that they were siblings and sobbed(alot💔) when their parents told them the sad truth (they still see each other as siblings no matter what anybody says)

Misako is Wasian, her mother was white and her Father was Japanese. but she never met her mom since she died during childbirth, so Misako was only raised by her dad.

Juliens parents were teenagers when they had him, so he mostly spent his time with Misako and babysitters since both their parents were gone most of the time (Misakos dad was working and Juliens parents were in school/working)

Julien and Misako are both autistic, Misakos special interest is archeology while Juliens was robots/androids. but they only got properly diagnosed wayy later since they couldn't afford it but also because it was that time were it was very difficult to be diagnosed if you weren't a cis white man.

Julien and Misako are both queer but 1 it was illegal and super dangerous to be out 2 Misako had really bad comphet and only realised after Garmadon came back in season 2. (Lesbian Misako is actually a 50/50 for me her sexuality HC depends on who I ship her with at the moment yk😔)

in 8th grade when the love triangle between Misako, Wu and Garmadon was going on, Julien secretly rooted for Wu because he thought Garmadon was an annoying edgelord

Maya, Ray and Libber were in a grade under the others while the previous master of ice(ice) was a grade over the others

Ray is filipino and was born in ignacia and was taught how to do blacksmithing from a young age, but he later moved to ninjago city to live with his aunt and her husband so he could go to school since the one in ignacia was closing down due to lack of money.

Maya is Chinese and was born n raised in ninjago city, her parents were emotionally manipulative and abusive so she ran away when she finished school (16), she stayed on the streets for a while until Wu and Garmadon found her and let her stay at the monastery. when they found out she was the em of water, the whole elemental alliance thing was set into motion.

Lou, cliff and the rest of the Royal blacksmiths are the same age as Maya, Ray and Libber

Maya and Ray were high school(not actually High Schoolers but yk in love whatever) sweethearts, Maya caught feelings first and Ray asked her to be his valentine in 8th.

Lilly is Indian/Persian (dad Indian mom Persian) she was also goth but had to stop later due to her illness. (Goth Lilly supremacy guys)

Lou is African, his parents died in a house fire and he lived in an orphanage for a couple years until he was adopted by two actors who then enrolled him into the marty openheimers school

Lou and Lilly met at a music festival, it was one of those festivals where it's just every type of music, Lilly was there for goth music and Lou was there for whatever he listened to idk

Lou noticed Lilly while she and her friends we're doing their goth dance moves and he just thought it was the coolest thing ever (and that one of them was really really pretty aka Lilly but he didn't know that yet)

during the break(are there breaks at music festivals???idk I've never been to one) Lou got enough courage to go and approach her (also with some hyping up from the other royal blacksmiths)

they pretty much immediately hit it off and after around two months they started dating

even before they started dating they were absolutely adorable, basically music nerd/theater kid x cool goth girl

Lou researched shit ton about goth music and style etc just so he could impress her (aww fucking nerd)

sometimes Lilly would take him to goth parties, she tried to teach him goth dance moves but he failed miserably every single time.

Lilly was a divorced parents kid, she and her siblings were the "one week at dads one week at moms" type of kids.

Lilly also has 2 older sisters who are twins (around 5 years older thank her) and one little brother 2 years younger than her.

That's it🤲

Also when it comes to school and grades I just used my own school system as a reference so like a quick guide uh you start school at 6 in like 0th grade(that's just the name idk if its called something else other places and no it's not kindergarten) then you just go up normally 1st 2nd 3rd etc and you're 15 when you finish public school aka after 9nth grade (or I mean the age depends on when your birthday is idfk🤷‍♀️)

Also I might make more of these cuz I wanna go more on Libbys, Cliffs, Ices etc lives but it might take a while😔

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spacialshrimp · 1 year

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[♡] My little child who isn't so small [♡]

Part 5

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Months passed as fast as the bat of an eye, the little one grew up surrounded by love and care, he grew up into a chubby and small cutie pie, 6 months and a half old baby.

Daniel was making something for the little one to eat, it was basically a vegetable, fruit and protein concentrate, with help of Dr.Mariana of course because she is a certificated pediatric and adult nutritionist.

Both of them were making sure that the consistese of the concentrate porridge was thicc but not too much when Dr.Cameron, walked toward them and said "guys, follow me, its important, also bring that thing" he said, with a serius face, wich made Mariana and Daniel really worried.

They said "Dr,¿what happend?"

"It's 6052, you need to see it by you're selfs, don't run" he said, Cameron leaded the way to 6052's room Daniel and Mariana could only overthink what have happend, they were really worried.

They walked into the room in silent and they saw ...

Doctor Emily, feeding the baby a bit of sliceed banana while telling him.

" Who is the most precious,cute, handsome boy in the whole universe? Who is it? Yes it's you, only you, my precious little baby, ¿aren't i the coolest aunt?, you like bananas arent you? Yes you do!"

That comming from on of the coldest persons you could meet , was actually adorable

When Dr Emily noticed her colleages giggling in awe her faced turned red as a tomato and, just put the boy in the feeding chair.

Daniel put the food in the feeding chair and let little 6052 eat, the little one seem to enjoy his food.

The room of 6052 was colourful, this was because since he had more "yautja like" eyes, they wanted to help him to recognize colors and shapes easily.

But if he had more "human like" eyes, his room would be black and white, this is because this colors help young retins to develop better and not get trigger because of the excesive visual stimulation that the bright colors give.

While the little one eated, his unique family was thinking.

Daniel, just as his colleages wanted to give him a secure attachment, this means that they want him to know that if he ever leaves, he can always come back, and that he will be welcome to stay the time he needs to,daniel wants him to be happy.

Dr.Cameron, he wants 6052 to be strong, strong to enfrent difficulties in life and strong to help others, but he is scared that the world isn't ready for someone so kind.

Dr.Mariana, knows that when 6052 grows up, is going to be very energetic and joyfull, but she is scared thar the world dosen't accept him, she knows how it feels to be an energic kid surrounded by people that don't understand it, but she trusts that he is going to be okay.

Dr.Emily is sure that when the little boy grows up , probably is going to fall in love, but she dosen't want that someone play whit his feelings, because if that happends, they are dead, because it wouldn't be fair for someone innocent to be heart broken, but at the same time she knows that, while he is with them by his side, he us going to be okay.

At the end, they are just a different kind of family.

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 1 year

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What’s the coolest harmless thing you learned while writing a fanfic?

Thank you anon for the ask!

Recently I went down a rabbit hole for the fic A Changing Pack. I started with a basic search of how UK coffins are different than USA ones, and learned a couple cool things along the way:

You can get a glitter coffin in the UK! There are more options in the UK for burial, it looks like. They have the more traditional coffin shape available, wicker ones, and these picture cardboard ones. You can get all sorts of designs! Wow.

The USA seems to have more limited, classical, and bulkier options. Look at this page, for instance, with the types of caskets I'm most familiar with. Cardboard and simpler ones are available (choose the click all and sort by price low to high to get an idea), but they aren't as common, at least in my experience.

That's not to say custom caskets don't exist in the USA. When they do, they're actually pretty cool. Look at SoulShine Industries. These folks donated caskets to the children of Uvalde who were murdered last year. I can't imagine the emotional strength it would take to make children's caskets. (I went to an infant's funeral last year and the sight of that tiny white casket broke me.)

So, the tl;dr is that I learned a lot about caskets, coffins, and burial stuff for a tiny snippet of a chapter that didn't matter all that much.

#asks #caskets #coffins #things i learned #death #funeral #i think about death a lot

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daintyduck99 · 2 years

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For the cliche prompts, if you were feeling “Reggie holding Julie while she cries”, I would absolutely love. It’s been a rough week and I could use some soft comfort fic with these two 💖

Reggie finally closes his laptop after several fruitless minutes of grinning mindlessly at the screen. He keeps losing himself in a vivid daydream where he and Julie are in the park from the photos he's supposed to be editing, holding hands with their little girl.

Their little girl. A girl! He's been picturing a miniature Julie ever since Dr. Turner congratulated them with the news that morning. Their little girl, an angel like her mother, with her gap-toothed grin and wild curls and a red bow in her hair. A girl with gorgeous brown skin and lovely dark eyes and—his nose, maybe. Their girl.

He'll love her no matter what she's like, of course. He loves her, already, has loved her since she was nothing but a dream, then a tiny bean, too small to be glimpsed on the ultrasound. He hopes she takes after Julie, though.

He can't help it if he thinks his wife is the most beautiful woman in the world, especially now that she's well-along in her second trimester, glowing and round with their child, who flutters sometimes under his hand when he sings to them, now, though she responds best to Julie's voice.

A girl. He wants to announce it to all of California, to shout it from the rooftops.

He settles for whisper-yelling it to their golden retriever for the time being, giggling as she leaps into his lap to lick his face.

"I know, Daisy! Isn't it awesome, girl?"

He ruffles her fur, gently nudging her out of his lap so he can stand and stretch. He glances at the clock and confirms that Julie's been napping for long enough that he can check on her. She hates being treated like glass, but truth be told, he mostly just wants to see her.

He makes it about three steps out of the home office before he rounds the corner and bumps into her, and she flings her arms around his neck.

His heart catapults into his throat, and his hands flutter around her body for a second before he remembers that she won't break. He folds her into his arms, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

Julie shakes her head, clutching him tighter as she sniffs. Her tears soak the collar of his shirt, and he rubs her back.

"Can I carry you back to bed? I'd hate for you to be on your feet for too long, I know your back has been bothering you, lately. But if you want to walk, that's fine too. Whatever you need."

She loosens her hold just enough to pull back for a kiss, and the miserable look on her face breaks his heart.

"I could really go for being carried right now," she admits in a small voice. "I want you to hold me, please."

He kisses her sweetly, brushing her curls out of her face. "Anything for you, darling."

He scoops her into a bridal carry and carefully makes his way to their room, glancing into the nursery as they pass, with its cheerful yellow walls and white furniture. Her baby blanket, well-loved and slightly ragged, has been strewn over the floor, and his chest pangs.

Oh, he commiserates. Oh, Julie.

She sobs for a while as he spoons her, stroking her side and making soothing sounds, and he wonders if he should bring it up when she says, quietly, "I miss my mom."

"Sweetheart," Reggie murmurs, nuzzling her neck, "of course you do. Especially now. I wish she could be here. She'd be so happy for you."

"For us, corazón. She would be." Julie takes a shuddering breath. "A girl. She would've joked about us naming our daughter after her. She would've—"

Julie dissolves into tears again.

He stubbornly blinks some out of his own eyes, picking up where she left off.

"She's going to be the coolest grandma. Because our daughter is going to know about her. We'll make sure that she knows what she was like. We'll play her CDs, and tell her stories, and find pieces of her in our daughter. Because they're in you, too."

"Reggie," Julie says wetly, touched. She squeezes his hand. "Thank you. It's also just—she's been through this, you know? All of it. Pregnancy, being a mom. I wish I could talk to her about it."

He bites his lip. He's never felt Julie's loss of her mother quite so acutely. To be in her position—he hasn't spoken to his mother in years, yet he thinks he would miss her, too, if his and Julie’s roles were reversed. He'd miss—the sort of closeness that the shared experience of motherhood allows for.

"I know it's not the same," he says hesitantly, "but at least you could still talk to Ray, and Tia. They must remember what her pregnancies were like. And I'm sure they have good advice, you know?"

Julie sighs, wiping at her eyes. She twists her head for a kiss.

"That's true. At least they have the memories. She's alive in those, too. Really, thank you, corazón. I had to come find you—I was a little sad about it earlier, but it was so new, and you were so ecstatic—it didn't really hit me until I was alone. I thought that getting out the blanket would help, but—"

"Sometimes grief is sharp," Reggie finishes. "I get it."

Julie plays with his fingers as he starts humming, only to gasp. She presses his hand to her stomach. "Do you feel it?"

"Yeah," he breathes, eyes stinging as their daughter moves, fluttering under his hand. "She's not usually so quick to respond to me."

"Well, she only started moving a few weeks ago. But maybe she's feeling how appreciative I am of you right now."

Reggie huffs a laugh. "Maybe. She's going to be a lot like you, I bet."

"I hope she's like you," Julie muses, not for the first time, but it still makes him flush. "But I hope she's like Mami, too. Do you think—maybe we could name her after her in some way?"

"Anything but Rosemary, sweetheart. But you could probably convince me."

Her eyes gleam. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he murmurs, drawing her into another kiss.

As it turns out, Julie wasn't too keen on Rosemary either, and Rosalie Molina enters the world as boldly as her namesake and her mother, healthy and undeniably screaming.

She's perfect.

#more midnight fic from me lol #I looked up so many things about pregnancy for this #we're just going to pretend that you can definitely carry a pregnant woman like that because looking it up did not answer my question #anyway i hope it's okay ♥️#rulie #reggie x julie #cliche prompts #julie and the phantoms

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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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Did you ever pretend you were someone else as a favor for a friend? No. I’ve been in a situation where someone did that for me and my friend, though. Do you think men prefer curvy women or skinny women? I think it depends on the individual. Everyone has their own preferences. Do you own a water gun? No, but I have mist fan. It’s a must for me during the summer. What item most embarrasses you to purchase? I’m 33 and still feel weird when I’m buying undergarments lol. Do you know any actual dances or do you just move to the music? All the dancing I do is just bobbing my head and moving my arms and shoulders a bit.

Do you eat pork and beans? Blech, no. What is the last thing you refered to as legit? Hm. I don’t remember. Or do you think that term is lame? lol I say it sometimes. Do you give cards to people for holidays or events? Sometimes. I’m conflicted when it comes to cards cause I kinda feel like they’re a waste and some of them are too pricy for what it is, but on the other hand they’re cute and can be nice. Do you have anything hanging from the ceiling of your room? Just the ceiling fan. The rear view mirror of your car? I don’t have a car, I don’t drive. which do you prefer, dr or dentist? Neither. Do you know which side your appendix is on? I do. Do you have the fixins in your fridge to make a sandwich? What kind? I don’t know what’s in my fridge right now, I haven’t been home for 3 months. Are any walls of your room blank? No. When was the last time you ate fruit? Back in May. What color are your favorite shoes? Black with white stripes Adidas. If someone was willing to tell your crush you liked them would you let them? I don’t have a crush on anyone. Do you know the zodiac signs of your friends? I don’t have friends, either. Favorite dog ever, real life and cartoon. My doggos are my fave of course. My favorite cartoon dog is Goofy. Do you own anything with fur on it? What? No. Do you choose surveys based on their titles? Sometimes, like if it says what type of survey it is and it’s not one I feel like taking. what would be worse for you, unplanned pregnancy or cancer? Cancer. I can’t get pregnant, so that’s not a concern of mine. What was the last thing you made from scratch? My brother and I made our dough for sugar cookies last Christmas. Do you drink any hot beverages? What? Coffee, tea, hot chocolate. Do you put Q-tips in your ear or just round the outside? I’m careful about not putting them too far in. Have you ever popped another person's zit? EW, NO. I think that’s so disgusting. When was the last time you listened to a radio,NOT online? It’s been awhile. Do you have any odious chores hanging over your head? No. What is the last thing you confessed to someone? I don’t recall. Have you ever told a friend to dump their SO? Did they? Basically, yes. Her boyfriend treated her like shit. She eventually did breakup with him. Name two things you put whipped cream on? Hot chocolate and frappes. Who is the last person who saw you with bare feet? My nurses and my mom. What do you think is the coolest piercing on someone else? I like ear piercings and lip piercings. I wanted snakebites when I was like 16. If I wasn’t such a scardy cat I’d get more ear piercings, but as of now the only piercings I have are my earlobes. Colored tattoos or plain? It just depends. Do you ever eat peanut butter straight from the jar? I have, but it’s not something I do often. I don’t even recall the last time I did. Do you know how to ride a bike? Do you own one? No. What was the last pill you took for? Pain medication. How many devices do you own that hook up to internet? Four of my own items, but there’s several other things in my house that do as well. Any best friends you only know online? No. Do you ever talk to your next door neighbor? No. Do most of your friends live in houses, apartments or mobiles? -- Did anything shock you today? I was surprised to hear the hole where the trachea tube was is already significantly smaller and it was just taken out yesterday. What is the thing you last stubbed your toe on? I don’t have that issue as someone in a wheelchair. Favorite faux curse word I say “dang”, “shoot”, and “hecka.” Who do you tease most often and what about? My brother and I playfully tease each other. slip on or lace up shoes? Lace up. Thing you stress over most about the holidays. I tend to get too caught up in the gift shopping for my family cause I love getting them stuff, but I end up stressing myself out because of the money. I know it’s not what Christmas is all about and my family appreciates whatever I can give or even if I couldn’t get anything, it’s just me stressing myself out. Food you take a second helping of on Thanksgiving? I go pretty hard on the appetizers more than the actual food to be honest, but I sometimes go back for more of the main course. Especially stuffing and rolls. Would you rather spend Thanksgiving with friends or family? I always spend the holidays with my family. Most disgusting bug. I don’t like any bug. nastiest thing in your fridge. *shrug* song you hate but keep singing anyway. I can’t think of one right now, but I do tend to get songs I don’t like stuck in my head. cookies or brownies. Mmm, both. Do you own any movie soundtracks? Which? I have The Sound of Music on vinyl. How many pillows do you sleep with? I’ve been using 5 while here in the hospital. I’m surrounded by pillows and then have one across my lap I use as a desk for laptop. Favorite outdoors smell. The ocean air at the beach and wood burning smell in the fall. are you wearing a hoodie right now? No. Do you ever sleep in your day clothes? Yeah. My day clothes and night clothes are mainly the same, just leggings and a graphic tee. T-shirt dresses, too. Do you prefer your clothes loose or close fitting? With leggings and jeans I like them to be close fitting, but my shirts and sweatshirts are a little baggy. I used to like all my clothes to be more form fitting, but oversized tees are much more comfortable. Are your fave pants jeans? I live in leggings or t-shirt dresses. I haven’t worn jeans in like 5 years. Do you own any under things bought to impress the opposite sex? No. Favorite thing you've ever painted? I like the ceramic Easter decor thingy I painted this year. It was a fun little activity my brother and I did. Do you eat applesauce? Yeah. I didn’t eat it often, but that’s actually one of the many foods I’ve been craving lately. Once I’m able to eat and drink again I have to start out slow, so that will be one of the food items I have. Are there any songs that remind you of your mother? Yes. If you had a sister, would you prefer her older or younger? Why? Older, but close to my age. What is something you wanted to say today, but didnt? I can’t think of anything. Where are your keys right now? At home. Is there any product you always buy at the dollar store? Yes, Andy Capp’s cheddar cheese fries chips. Can you recite any prayers by heart? No. When it's your birthday, do you have the correct number of candles? I’m 33, we’re long past putting individual candles lol. I’ll just get the number candles or none at all. birthday cake alone, or cake and ice cream? Mmm, both.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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readchicken · 2 years

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Fall of '85. Chapter One

An Eddie Munson fan fiction, about Y/N Harrington the popular girl, and Eddie Munson the freak. They were friends at summer camp, but somethings change. An enemies to lovers type fic, with lots of strange and dark twists and turns. TW: drug use, violence.

September 1st 1985.

Song for Chapter: “Just another Manic Monday” by The Bangles

It was the first morning of school. My alarm went off and I was awoken with a shock. Summer flew by in a flash. Now it was time to get back to reality. I was turning 18 on Friday (great), and I was planning on throwing a huge back to school party for it!

It was nice having a break over the summer. Being a “popular kid” was not what I wanted, yet I got handed the job on a gold platter all thanks to my older brother Steve. We had the best house in Hawkins and apparently the best party’s, and now that Steve had graduated it was up to me to take on the role of “coolest kid in school”.

Over the summer I worked at a summer camp out of town. It was good to be away and have people not know who I was and where I was every second of the day. I was able to be myself. I smoked weed, hung out with the weirdos and started a fling with one of the nicest people I had ever met. He was a bit older than the rest of us and would sneak drugs in for the rest of the counselors. He was… strange but in a good way. I was myself with him. But we said our goodbyes at the end of July and now I had my reputation to uphold. He was a thing of the past. So was the stuff we did, and the stuff we saw…

“Y/N get down here I don’t wanna be late for work and if you want me to get you to school on time then you better hurry!” Steve called from the bottom of the stairs.

“I am coming.” I yelled back grabbing my backpack and binder.

“Great! I won’t wait!” Steve said, slamming the front door.

July 2nd 1985 a flash back to summer

Song for Chapter: “Dr. Feelgood” by Mötley Crüe

I slipped on my blue Jean cutoffs and a plain white crop top over my black one piece swimsuit before quickly putting my hair up with a scrunchy. It was only the morning and I could already feel the hot sun beating down on the log cabin. We were all in for another uncomfortably hot sticky day at summer camp. I could hear the chatter from the other girls outside the cabin waiting for me. I woke up late today much to my bosses dismay.

“Well, well, well would you look at who it is!” Jennie exclaimed as I walked out of the cabin. “If it isn’t Miss Harrington. Where did you go last night? We all heard you sneak out. Were you off to see that weirdo boyfriend of yours?”

“Eddie is not my boyfriend. We are just friends.” I said, rolling my eyes. Jennie was the camp mean girl. It was weird being picked on for once.

“Hahaha okay. So you're just sleeping with him for a discount then. Drug addict!” Jennie laughed. I looked at her and walked away. It was the truth at this time, Eddie and I were just friends. I headed towards the camp food hall for breakfast, before the young campers got up to start the day. When I walked in I spotted a few of the people I had befriended when camp first started a few days before. I headed towards the table.

“Yoooo what’s up?” Asked Cora. Cora was a tall girl with long dark hair curled into a perm. She was wearing a motley Crüe t shirt, black cutoff shorts, and doc martens. She was a typical glam rock groupie type.

“Ooh nothing. Jennie just called me a druggie because I was out late last night hanging out with Eddie..” Cora raised an eyebrow at me.

“What? What a bitch. If I ever see that girl I swear.. I will…” Cora was about to finish her sentence when Eddie tumbled in and dropped a tray piled high with bacon and eggs, clearly hungover.

“Welll don’t you look chippy!” Eddie laughed “I on the other hand feel like shit.” I laughed. Eddie was wearing black jeans, a metallica t-shirt, lots of rings, and black converse.

“You drank A LOT!” I laughed. “I told you that you would regret it in the morning!”

“You did indeed. But regret is not a word in my vocabulary m’lady” Eddie replied. I sat down next to Cora and stole a piece of her bacon off her plate. Watching the door I saw a group of the camp preppy’s walk in. “And here comes the preps with sticks up their asses.” Eddie said loudly.

“What was that Munson?!“ Kyle called from across the food hall.

“I said you all have sticks up your asses!” Eddie yelled back.

“Why don’t you say that to my face?” Kyle looked furious. Eddie got up and walked towards him. Some of the other consolers noticed what was happening but it was too late. Eddie and Kyle were already throwing punches.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson oneshot

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633.

Do you still read the newspaper or have an online newspaper subscription? No. I get most of my news from social media.

What’s your favourite kind of meat? (vegan/vegetarian options count!) Steak.

Have you ever been mistaken for staff at a store you were just visiting? No. I don't really see how that can happen, tbh. I mean, in the UK at least, staff wear uniforms and name badges and it's pretty obvious who they are.

What’s the coolest or most memorable animal you’ve ever seen at a zoo? White lions and tigers are pretty mesmerising. There's a zoo where I grew up that had a pride of white lions - they were gorgeous even though they're a weird genetic anomaly.

Do you share a bedroom with anybody? My husband.

What colour are the public buses where you live? Ha, we only just got a bus service last week, actually. They're white, blue and green.

How often do you pay your utilities bills? Monthly by direct debit.

What video game have you played the most hours of? If you don’t know, just make a rough guess. I have no idea. Overall, probably Gems of War or Sims, but I haven't played the latter in well over a decade. I tried playing it on the Xbox recently and it just gave me a headache, lol.

Do you own a two-piece bikini? Aren't all bikinis two-piece? Anyway, no. I don't own a bikini.

Is there anybody else in the room you’re in right now? Simba (now known as Beans) and Archie. They're both asleep on the sofa next to me.

What have you got within reaching distance of you right now? A kitten, the dog, two blankets, remote control, my phone and a Dr Pepper can.

What have you been craving lately, food-wise? Anything non-food? Baguettes. I have absolutely no idea why.

Is your short-term or long-term memory worse? My long-term memory is better, I think, but I don't really struggle with my memory at all, generally speaking.

Do you do anything in particular to help you fall asleep? I like a dark, cold room to sleep in, ideally with a fan running.

What was the weather like today? It's not particularly cold but it is grey and miserable and windy.

Who will you see within the next week? I have no plans to see anyone outside of work, really. I'm stupidly busy until at least the middle of next week.

Do you have any guilty pleasure music? Anything you’re willing to admit in this survey answer? I just like what I like - I don't really care what other people think of it.

What was the last movie you watched that was over two hours long? I'm watching Harry Potter at the moment, I guess most of the later ones are over two hours long?

Speaking of which, what’s the longest you think a movie should be? I personally think most movies are too long. It depends on the movie. About 90 minutes is probably my ideal in the cinema, but if I'm at home I don't really care as I generally do other stuff at the same time anyway.

Do you know anyone who is a medical nurse or doctor? My dad was a doctor and my mum was a nurse, lol. There are also several other doctors/nurses in my family.

Have you ever worked night shifts? If so, did you like it? No. I did 5am starts at one point, but no proper overnights.

Are you good at fixing computer problems? I can do the basics.

Do you tend to make decisions by following your heart or your head? It depends on the decision, to be honest.

What’s the population of your current city/town? About seven thousand.

Do your parents live in their hometown(s)? Nope. They don't even live in their home countries.

What are you wearing today? Black leggings, a pink t-shirt and a pale grey jumper.

Are you one to accessorise a lot? No.

What language other than English do you know the most words of? French.

When was the last time you ate? Did you eat something nice? I had some popcorn a couple of hours ago. It was okay, sure.

#survey #surveys

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CANNIBAL APOCALYPSE (APOCALYPSE DOMANI, 1980) – Episode 216 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

“It says here the body showed signs of cannibalism. … That’s what it says, Chief!” Exactly what are “signs of cannibalism,” Chief? Join your faithful Grue-Crew – Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Crystal Cleveland, and Jeff Mohr – as they investigate the “signs” in Antonio Margheriti’s Cannibal Apocalypse (1980), starring John Saxon.

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 216 – Cannibal Apocalypse (1980)

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Mentally unstable Vietnam vets who were held captive by the Vietcong come back to America after being rescued carrying a dangerous virus that turns people into cannibals when bitten.

IMDb

Director: Antonio Margheriti (as Anthony M. Dawson)

Writers: Antonio Margheriti (screenplay) (as Anthony M. Dawson), Dardano Sacchetti (screenplay & story) (as Jimmy Gould)

Music: Alexander Blonksteiner

Special Effects

Giannetto De Rossi (special effects)

Bob Shelley (special effects coordinator)

Selected Cast:

John Saxon as Norman Hopper

Elizabeth Turner as Jane Hopper

Giovanni Lombardo Radice as Charlie Bukowski (billed as John Morghen)

Cinzia De Carolis as Mary (billed as Cindy Hamilton)

Tony King as Tommy Thompson

Wallace Wilkinson as Captain McCoy

Ramiro Oliveros as Dr. Phil Mendez (billed as Ray Williams)

May Heatherly as Nurse Helen

Renzo Marignano as Dr. Morris

Venantino Venantini as Lt. Hill

Jere Beery as Biker Leader

Luca Venantini as Bobby

Joan Riordan as Tina

Don Ruffin as Carlos

Goffredo Unger as Mall Guard

Did you ever have one of those movies that you didn’t think you’d seen, but when you finally watched it, it turned out you already had? That’s the case for Chad and his pick for this episode, Cannibal Apocalypse, also known as Cannibals in the Streets, Cannibal Massacre, Cannibals in the City, Invasion of the Fleshhunters, Savage Apocalypse, Savage Slaughterers, The Slaughterers, Apocalypse domani, and Asphalt-Kannibalen. With all those alternate titles, it’s easy to see how he might have been confused.

This time around, Chad points out that this allegory for Viet Nam veterans returning home has no one to root for. He’s a John Saxon fan and thinks he is the best thing about the movie, but he is perplexed by the film and the fact that it even exists.

Crystal loves John Saxon as well, especially his confused and shocked look when he sees his troops in the pit eating human flesh. The film is trying to be serious with a metaphor depicting PTSD as some type of contagious cannibalism but in the end, it doesn’t really know what it wants to be. And beware! There are triggers aplenty.

Bill generally appreciates director Margheriti’s work and can see why Quentin Tarantino likes him, but Cannibal Apocalypse feels to him like Margheriti wanted to make a Viet Nam movie but could only get money for a horror film and it turns out to be a bit of a mess. He does like the idea of war as a virus that comes home. Just because you’re no longer on the battlefield doesn’t mean you can escape it.

Margheriti’s The Long Hair of Death (1965) was covered in Decades of Horror: The Classic Era Episode 110 but Jeff sees few similarities between that and Cannibal Apocalypse. He loves Giannetto De Rossi’s special effects and of course, John Saxon’s performance, but also gives a trigger warning for several scenes.

At the time of this writing, Cannibal Apocalypse is available to stream from Tubi and on physical media as a Blu-ray from Kino Lorber.

Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, chosen by Jeff, will be Lady in White (1988), a serial killer/ghost story starring Lukas Haas.

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: leave them a message or leave a comment on the gruesome Magazine Youtube channel, on the website or email the Decades of Horror 1980s podcast hosts at [email protected]

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I was suddenly reminded, while explaining how to trace the roots of an endemic cult using regional dyeing practices in ritual cloth, in an isolated 1700-1800′s but anachronistic setting, that the source of this color-based knowledge came from a color theory class taught by a man named Dr. White. We did things like lie in a pitch black dark room to experience true black.

#ooc #Dr. White you were the coolest #also thinking about this for the los illuminados.#Purple is an Expensive color but if they lived in an area where it was readily available?#I also posit the possibility that saddler's robes were dyed using Las Plagas infected crustaceans.#tagging #plagaes #for your consideration

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how about chara for the ask game!!

chara. chara chara chara

favorite thing about them:

so. you see one of my FAVORITE tropes in media is that the narrator was a character all along. partially because- especially when i was younger- i would pay super close attention to narration and choices and diction in a game to glean anything like a canon personality to a silent protagonist. and the narrator being a person in the story itself was basically a 'you were right to pay attention! it is that deep!' to me. and my fondness for this predates undertale!

i know narrachara isnt canon-canon, but... man! if it is, then chara is easily one of the most complex characters in undertale by the fact they have the most "screentime"(?) to work with!

it means they're funny and bitingly sarcastic when they want to be, it means they have opinions on anime debates, that they like plants and fun facts, they're impatient, they have a deep sense of right and wrong, they think a heroine who can save the underground is the coolest thing ever, they know some DEEP CUT old video game references, they like obscure japanese novels about tea and kitchens and loss...

its just so cool to me that a character that barely exists in the narrative- only known through second hand stories and footage, even less than we know about asriel- is revealed to be the narrative. and so many emotional beats get to hit so much harder. its just... a nice idea, you know? that we get to meet something like the real them at all.

least favorite thing about them:

ah hmmm. hm. i have reached the point of "they obviously have some pretty severe issues i don't think were helped by the unknowing, well-intentioned pressure of their loved ones and the entire underground as one of the two only 'hopes' of an entire group of people, and they did and can do some really jacked up things, but also think about them as a catholic 12 year old and everything makes sense."

tldr; i love chara discussions but i think we can all move past totally black or white reads of them because that doesn't fit in at all with the themes and style of toby's writing. utdr simply doesn't have pure evil or perfect good

favorite line:

brotp:

sighs. sighs. i talked about them and asriel in his post but. augh. they were so important to each other. making edgy ocs- chara remembered the name of every single attack. they gagged over their parents PDA together. they... man. man. objectively not great for each other, but i think they desperately needed each other in their lives.

frisk and chara are also. just! man!!!! they get impatient over repeated checking but its impossible for me to not read so much of it as... painfully fond. it's you! you won! hey, you're not made of money. that's called a 'water sausage'. ...there's a lot there, i think.

otp/notp:

same digs with asriel i dont ship them with anyone, really!

random headcanon:

they knew dr. gaster when they were both alive/whole and they liked that he treated them as a Peer. An Intellectual Equal. (read: dr. gaster did actually treat them like a child he just did it in a way that made chara feel respected lol)

golden flowers are weeds. they choke out any garden they're in and are incredibly tenacious. chara likes them so much because have spent hours wistfully relating to them while looking out of their original city's library windows

fell in 2012 and has all the baggage and trappings of being a 11-12 y/o closeted nonbinary kid who was too online in 2012

songs i associate with them:

some excerpts from the playlist i made for them when i was 16

The Scary Jokes - Catabolic Seed

My Chemical Romance - The End

Rilo Kiley - The Execution of All Things

..... Panic! At the Disco - The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is The Press Coverage

favorite image:

of course, offical and my own LMAO

#long post #IM SO SORRY ABOUT HOW LONG THIS IS. but. chara. aughuhgh #ask #ask meme

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Amoreena | chapter one

summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers

word count: 3,147

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There’s this small, tiny part, of Spencer that wants to run away.

He’s always felt like he’s never truly been home, a never-ending and long yearning, a homesickness for a place he didn't even know, eating him alive day by day. It made him want to drop everything and buy a cottage in the woods, to fill it with books and coffee and never see another person again.

It got worse after prison and after his mom asked to go back into a care facility, it hurt the most when Penelope left the FBI and things with Max fizzled out. Then he was really, truly alone again. His apartment felt cold and uninviting, the BAU felt like a chore, using his brain for anything other than taking care of himself was extremely hard.

He needed a break.

So when he walked out of work and straight to his favourite park for an escape, he wasn’t surprised that he didn’t stop walking. Going further and further down the trail, following the dirt path towards a pond, covered by a beautiful willow tree and surrounded by pink, purple, yellow and white flowers. The contrast of the green grass with the colourful flowers, the blue sky and the light green willow tree reflection dancing on the surface of the pond. It was like he walked into Eden, taking a seat by the tree and picking a book from his satchel.

For the rest of the week, it’s his own little sanctuary, escaping desk work and home cases as fast as he could. Even then it wasn't enough and he started going every afternoon, he’d sneak out for an hour and just relax. Reading his book, feeling the breeze on his face, the sound of ducks and frogs competing with the crickets for loudest being in the area. Eventually bringing his bike on the subway to work so he could get there faster.

It was beautiful.

Almost as beautiful as what he walked in on when he arrived Saturday afternoon. Parking his bike by the tree, looking at them carefully as he took his satchel off his shoulders and placed it by the trunk. Craning his neck so he could look at who it was, seeing the purest display of human affection known to man.

A mother and her daughter were having a picnic, dressed up like Miss Honey and Matilda as they had lemonade and snacks, spread out on a blanket as the mother handed her a sandwich wrapped in checkered red wax paper.

Spencer was in awe, sitting on the other side of the pond by a second tree, pretending to read when really he was glancing at them. Their laugher filling the field, bouncing around the trees and filling his chest with warmth.

It reminded him of all the afternoons with his own mother. His head in her lap, the sound of her voice as she shared worlds wisdom with him. He missed childhood, freedom, hope. The will to continue…

When the little girl finally notices that they’re not alone in this little world she’s creating, he sees her tug on her moms shirt, asking her a question before cheering. She picks something out of the basket and comes running towards Spencer.

“Excuse me, sir?” Her sweet little voice asks. “Are you an archeologist or a palaeontologist?”

It makes him laugh slightly, a large smile erupting on his face as he pushes his glasses up and puts the book down. “No sorry, I’m not, what made you think I was?”

“You have a satchel and glasses like Milo from Atlantis, but you have a dinosaur on your tie, you look like you work at a museum,” she rambled all her thoughts out, much like he did as a child.

“I’m actually an FBI agent,” he whispered.

“Wow,” she whispered back in amazement, “are you like a knight? Do you save princesses?”

“I do," he nodded enthusiastically, "do you know any in need?”

“Her,” she pointed. “I’m Lady Amoreena, the Princess over there says I was a gift to the kingdom but that she’ll never need a prince or king to take care of us, but I think a knight would work!”

He laughed lightly, seeing her mom shake her head as she overheard it, covering her face with her hand, she looked embarrassed.

“It’s nice to meet you, Lady Amoreena,” he put his hand out to shake her’s as soft as possible, noticing the cookie in her hand. “My name is Dr. Spencer Reid,” he added softly.

“Would you like a cookie?”

He smiled as she placed it in his hand, “thank you.”

“Do you like Matilda?”

“It’s one of my favourite books,” he smiles.

“Do you want to have some lemonade and read with us?” Her face lit up, turning back to where her mother was watching from the pond.

“It’s okay, thank you for offering,” not wanting to intrude on their moment.

“We need a voice for Matilda’s father, please?” She begged, overly sweet and incredibly convincing.

“Alright, but I’m warning you if I upstage the princess with my awesome voices, it’s not my fault,” he smiled as he stood up, grabbing his things and starting to follow her over to the blanket.

She took his hand and tugged him along the edge of the pond, dragging him right to were her mother was sitting on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized softly as he sat down. “She’s very persistent about making new friends. We don’t see many people on this side of the park.”

“It’s fine, honestly, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, by the way,” he introduced himself. “I work with the FBI, normally I’d advice women and their children to avoid strange men they don’t know when they’re alone in the woods like this.”

She laughed slightly, “Y/N Y/L/N, I’m the head librarian at the DC library, and you don’t seem that strange.”

“Neither did Bundy,” he tried to joke, knowing she got it and trusted him when she bit back a smile, eyes twinkling at him in the sunlight.

“My name is Amoreena, like the Elton John song,” her daughter cut in, noticing how they were staring at each other and trying to get the attention instead.

“It’s a beautiful song, no wonder you love it here,” Spencer smiled at her, “do you come here often?”

She nodded, a blush flowing through her freckled cheeks, “have you ever read Tuck Everlasting? The pond here can make you young forever,” her whisper was the cutest thing. She was so full of life, personality and joy.

“I have, you’re right this feels a lot like the field from the book, what other books do you like?”

“I love books,” she lays back against the blanket ever so dramatically. “Matilda, Anne of Green Gables, Beauty and the Beast, I love every story that ends with true love and happiness, and cats.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her explanation, knowing that feeling all too well. “I have read almost every book ever, more than the entire DC library probably."

“We dress up every week for what ever book we are reading, next week is Peter Pan if you’d like to join us? We’re here every Saturday at 11,” Y/N offered.

“You haven’t even heard me read Matilda from memory and you’re already asking me to come back?” Spencer smirked as their faces lit up.

“No way, prove it!” Amoreena shouted, shoving him lightly to encourage him to start.

“The Reader of Books,” he began, seeing the pages in his mind as he repeated the words. “It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.”

“Okay so you know the beginning,” Y/N teased, opening the book to a random page, “what's on page 32?”

"My name is Jennifer Honey," Miss Honey said. "How do you do, Mrs. Wormwood." Mrs. Wormwood glared at her and said, "What's the trouble then?" Nobody invited Miss Honey to sit down so she chose a chair and sat down anyway. "This", she said, "was your daughter's first day at school." "We know that," Mrs Wormwood said, ratty about missing her programme. "Is that all you came to tell us?" Miss Honey stared hard into the other woman's wet grey eyes, and she allowed the silence to hang in the air until Mrs. Wormwood became uncomfortable. "Do you wish me to explain why I came?" she said.

Amoreena thought it was the coolest thing ever, reading the page and jumping up and down when he was correct, “how did you do that?”

“I can remember every word I’ve ever read, I have a pretty interesting brain,” he explained it as overdramatic as he could, knowing she would find it magical.

“You’re so cool!” She swooned, dropping back against the blanket just as dramatically.

Y/N was all smiles, running her fingers through Amoreena’s hair and giggling slightly at the sight of her silly child. “Spencer, would you like to do the honours today?”

She handed him the book, knowing he didn’t need it. He gently opened it, starting on the first page and starting to read it the way his mother would. Bringing out voices, hand gestures, all the bells and whistles.

They were in the field together until the sun started to set, casting a purple and orange glow over the pond. Amoreena was resting in Y/N’s arms, legs extended over Spencer’s lap as they sat close. It was the most perfect Saturday he has had in a long time. Probably the best day of his life, actually.

“Matilda leapt into Miss Honey's arms and hugged her, and Miss Honey hugged her back, and then the mother and father and brother were inside the car and the car was pulling away with the tyres screaming. The brother gave a wave through the rear window, but the other two didn't even look back. Miss Honey was still hugging the tiny girl in her arms and neither of them said a word as they stood there watching the big black car tearing round the corner at the end of the road and disappearing for ever into the distance. The end.”

He closed the book softly, setting it down on the blanket and looking at them softly, “am I still invited next week?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N smiled, “I’m dressing as Tinker Bell, Amoreena will be Peter Pan, and you can be anyone else of your choosing.”

“I’ll keep it a surprise until next week,” Spencer smiled right back.

Amoreena crawled out of Y/N’s lap and leapt into Spencer’s arms, hugging him tightly in her small arms. “That was the best story ever, thank you!”

Everything in the world felt right then, hugging her back while he smiled at her mother. Y/N had a hand over her heart as she swooned, watching her daughter bond with the man who just happened to wander into their picnic.

“Can I get your number?” Y/N asked softly, “you know, so we can arrange outfits and stories as the week's pass.” She shrugged, licking her lips slightly as she blushed.

“Of course, I’m not on duty for the rest of the month, so if you wanted to go to a museum or anything, I’m free? Since I look so much like I should work there,” he teased Amoreena.

“I’m sure lovey would like that?” Y/N leaned over Amoreena’s shoulder, holding her around her waist and tickling her softly.

Lovey

It was a nickname that made perfect sense in his mind. Amoreena, the keyword being Amore, to love. She was very loveable, incredibly vibrant and full of innocence, a life that was full of possibilities, wonderful like her mother.

“We’re going to the Smithsonian tomorrow to see the Dino’s,” Amoreena’s face lit up. “Do you know anything about them?”

“Surprisingly enough, while I’m not a paleontologist, I know a lot about dinosaurs, and I might have some connections there to see the rare ones,” he exaggerated his voice again, watching her get so excited she started to run around with her arms in the air.

“You don’t have to if you’re busy,” she says softly when Amoreena is far enough away, picking flowers as she ran around.

“I’d love to, actually, thank you,” he whispers towards Y/N. “I haven’t been having the greatest week.”

“Is it okay for me to ask what you do?” She asked, just as softly as Amoreena kept running around the field.

“I’m a profiler, I consult on intense cases.”

“The strange man comment makes more sense now,” she smiled. “we’re looking for a literary historian at the library right now, I’m sure remembering every word in every book would get you hired, you know if you wanted to switch careers for something easier on your soul?”

“I have been thinking of leaving, in all honesty, I’ve actually been having more of a rough 15 years,” he tries to laugh but he just feels frustrated. “It’s been really hard.”

“For everything you see, you’re still a very sweet man, not many people would sit down and occupy his time with an autistic 7-year-old,” she complimented him with a smile, sharing something personal in a way that would fit right into the conversation and not make a big deal. “We really did enjoy your company today.”

He handed her a business card from his pocket, feeling a bit overwhelmed and emotional as he handed it to her, “I've had a wonderful time. I'm also autistic, I know what it's like to want to share the world while no one wants to listen, thank you for letting me join you. Let me know what time you’re going to the museum tomorrow and I will be there.”

Y/N’s face lit up once more, reading the card over before sliding it into her bag. “Do you want a PB&J or a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch tomorrow?”

“PB&J is a great museum lunch,” he bit his lip so he’d stop smiling, it was beginning to feel embarrassing with how much he liked her already. Not used to random kindness from smart and beautiful women.

Amoreena came running back then, handing Spencer a handful of flowers upon her arrival. “For you, Sir Knight,” she bowed as he took them.

“I bid you a good day, my fair ladies,” Spencer plaid along, standing to curtsy back.

“We’ll see you tomorrow then?” Y/N asked from the blanket as Amoreena dove into her arms.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Spencer smiled one last time.

“Bye Spencer!!” Amoreena cheered as he waved, walking back down the path towards the main park entrance.

With his satchel draped over his shoulder, he pushed his sleeves up as he walked towards his bike, overwhelmed by the feeling of joy still swirling in his blood. Peddling his way down the path with a smile on his face, excited to get home and plan for the Smithsonian tomorrow, he was an excellent tour guide.

And he did actually have some connections.

Calling the museum curator, an old friend from years ago who owed him a favour. Asking if there was any way he could show his friend and her kid around the un-displayed dinosaurs and fossils, of course she said yes. People seemed to do anything for Dr. Reid of the FBI.

He thought about her job offer then as he hung up, reaching the train station finally and making his way back to his sad apartment. It would be nice to change things up for a bit, it’s not like he couldn’t go back to the FBI in 20 years like Rossi did.

15 years in the field and a metric fuck ton of trauma later, he was officially fed up. Opening his computer the second he got home, writing his 2 weeks notice to be forwarded to Mateo Cruz.

—

He woke up with excitement, for the first time in years.

Well, at first he was happy, then he thought about it too long. Despair creeping in, it was truly sad to think that he’s been sad for so long, desperately needing the happiness Y/N and Amoreena brought to his life.

Like when he spent time around Henry or Hank, there was something so rewarding about witnessing a child see something for the first time. Explaining the world to them, seeing their eyes widen as they enjoyed the world around them.

It was the best thing someone could do, spending the day living with the happiness of a child.

Y/N had texted him right as he woke up, the chime of a new message actually making him smile instead of panic.

Y/N: hey smartie pants, we’re thinking 11 am today. Can we meet you out front?”

Spencer: sure! You should start preparing to hear me ramble all day long. Also my I suggest bringing proper shoes for lots of walking and a backpack for the things Amoreena will get to bring home!

Y/N: oh you weren’t kidding about those connections huh?

Spencer: nope!

Y/N: well, can’t wait to see what you have in store for us! (And to hear your voice all day ♥︎)

It made his heart swell, he could swear it grew three sizes as it pushed against his ribs. Trying to break free from him and run to her, he hadn’t felt this strongly about another person in a very long time.

It wasn’t lust, it wasn’t greed, it wasn’t desperation. He didn’t just want to sleep with her or use her to fill his time, she wasn’t just another friend to occupy his days and talk to when he had to, she was special. She was interesting, she was kind, she was beautiful, she reminded him of his own mother in a strange way that made him fear Fraud was right.

He found a comfort in her that felt a little like home, like all his running led him to her. She was the end of the finish line, the cold glass of water, the euphoric pride of a job well done. She was everything good wrapped up in a beautiful bow and he was gone.

Feeling like he did when he met Ethan, Derek, or Elle for the first time, even Maeve when they were just talking on the phone, that butterfly feeling that excited him to try something new.

Y/N made him believe in possibilities again.

It felt nice to look ahead, to dream and wish of the future and not see death and destruction. Instead, dreaming of them running through the fields, flowers dancing everywhere as they hear Amoreena’s laughter. It’s how life is supposed to be.

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid request #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #amoreena #fluff

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colourfullsims · 3 years

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DAY 2 | Speed Dates (4/8)

Nina: Holy crap, Ramone was the one behind the “mysterious white substance” meme?! I didn’t realize we had a legend amongst us. Oh, I can’t wait to bring this up the next time Penny and I do lunch. But back to this speed date: these two have undeniably hit it off! These two goofballs laughed their way through their 10 minutes in no time, and something tells me that Frankie would be down for a whole lot more.

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Ramone: And then, after convincing TSA that our jello shots were just very small single servings for emergency rations, by the time we got to the party in The Pinnacles, all of them had melted and spilled all over the cooler!

Sydney: Dude, after all this is over, you’ve got to invite me to one of your parties!

Ramone: That’s not even my wildest travel story. One time, my frat bros were planning a weekend trip to San Myshuno…

Ramone: ...and long story short, Penny Pizzazz has me perma-blocked on Simstagram to this day! I don’t think she’ll ever look at whipped cream the same again!

Frankie: [cracking up] Oh my god! I had no idea you were the one behind the “mysterious white substance” incident!

Frankie: How do you have so many wild stories? I can barely afford a yearly one week vacation, and my job gives me a 401K.

Ramone: Let’s just say I know the right people. You don’t go to the parties I have in DSV that I have without rubbing elbows with some elite people.

Frankie: So you’re kinda like a socialite? Man, that life would be the dream. Getting paid to just crack jokes, party, and travel. Alas, I’m just a regular codemonkey. [chuckles]

Ramone: Hey, who knows! Maybe after the show, you use all your new followers to start up a SimTube channel and start living the dream yourself.

Ramone: [in the DR] Frankie and I joked around a lot during our speed date, but I feel like they’ve taken me the most seriously out of everyone so far. I’m not just some goofball to them. Considering Camryn and I haven’t been exactly seeing eye to eye, I’m open to seeing if this goes somewhere.

Frankie: [laughing] And then I asked her…”did you try turning it off and back on?”

Ramone: [cracking up] That’s PURE evil!

Frankie: Ramone might just be the coolest guy in this entire Villa! I don’t know the last time I laughed that hard! It felt really easy talking with him, like I didn’t have to do anything but be myself. He’s definitely up there as a strong possibility for this solo date.

#i have a whole headcanon of sim celebs ramone has terrorized lol #mysterious white substance story is a hoot and a half #also we love to see these men finally get appreciated #ts4 #sims 4 #love island challenge #ts4 love island challenge #sims 4 love island challenge #sims of color #colourfullsims

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Astral Pt. 7 (Loki x Reader)

Ok so i lied Loki doesn’t come back yet, NEXT CHAPTER i promise XD I didn’t realize there was more I needed to write out, strengthening the relationship with the Avengers and such. We’re finally at the part where they reunite though AHH :) (i don’t think you guys understand I’m writing this and I’m getting just as excited as you all at Loki’s return!!! It’s taking everything in me to not post the next part already XD)

It’s two years later, you’re 21, when you’re offered a spot on the Avengers. You accept right away only too sad you weren’t asked before the Chitauri invasion considering if you had been on the team you would have seen Loki in person.

You had been working over time on one of the command computers trying to run diagnostic on what was and wasn’t working in the system, what had been compromised when a brainwashed Clint had attacked. You had watched the CCTV cameras picking up on just who was attacking Earth. Of course with you having to work over time you didn’t get to visit the God in his temporary cell when he had been aboard the helicarrier. (The sight and knowledge of him being so close to you stole your breath and made your stomach flutter though) However, you thought on this and decided it was for the best you hadn’t seen him, considering he had been delirious for power and subjugation of the human race. You couldn’t help but doubt the invasion was all Loki because this didn’t seem like the Loki you knew. Loki was caring and that one time he even said you may have changed his mind on humans, even if it was ‘meagerly’.

Something in your gut told you he wasn’t of his own mind too but no one would listen to you. You had your proof though, his bright blue eyes told you. The Loki you had first met had lovely, hypnotizing green eyes. You regarded your proof as 100% foolproof when you got a close up of Clint and Dr. Selvig who also had bright blue eyes. You couldn’t outright tell Fury though because then you would have to explain where you knew the God from and, in turn, then explain where you got your magic from. Luckily Fury had been willing to let slide where you got your powers from when they brought you in on your 18th birthday. He had skirted around the question and when you didn’t give up anything he just outright asked you. You told him you’d prefer if you could keep this one secret, he could have anything else he wanted from you but that. Fury reluctantly yielded to your one demand and let it drop.

So, you may have slipped past Fury, making sure to touch him, on his way to speak to the Avengers after the invasion and planted a thought you knew would flourish in his mind. The thought that maybe Loki had been brainwashed too and flourish it did. Fury had told Thor that he would talk to the World Security Council about Loki. Fury then came to you and asked you to gather all possible evidence that Loki had been brainwashed then Thor would look over the information and videos to either confirm or deny if it was something he thought his brother would, or wouldn’t, do.

With you working missions with both Natasha and Clint you made a name for yourself, you were finally noticed by people. No one had given you a super hero name just yet but you vowed, in due time, you’d give them a reason to. Working with both Nat and Clint however did get you a seat on the Avengers. Natasha had written that you were dependable, adept, and a good team player. Clint had written that you adapted to situations with ease, stayed calm under pressure, and would trust his life in your hands.

So, you walked into your new room in Stark tower that Tony had all to happily given to you. You had an entire floor to yourself. You couldn’t even begin to fathom how much money Tony had in his bank account right now if this didn’t leave a dent in his pocket. You sighed and fell face first into your new bed, forgetting your two duffle bags at the door. You groaned in delight as you rolled on the bed.

A knock at your door had you snapping upright in embarrassment. You caught the smirk on Natasha’s lips before she glanced to her right and you saw Captain America, the Steve Rogers, standing in your doorway almost timidly. You smiled and made your way to them, holding a hand out to shake the Captain’s hand.

“Rogers, y/n, y/n, Rogers.” Natasha said.

You smiled shyly and then nodded behind them. “You both want to go to the living room, probably be more comfortable than here.”

“From the sounds you made, I think your bed is quite comfy but sure.” Natasha said making you flush again.

When all three of you settled in the living room you asked Steve the questions you had been dying to ask since he had awoken from his cryostasis.

“What’s a new food you like that wasn’t around back then?” You asked, relaxing your body into the couch and setting an arm on the top of the couch while the other hung loose on your lap. Natasha and Steve sat on a couch adjacent to you.

Steve pursed his lips and looked around the room in thought before you looked back at you and smiled. “Not a food per se but I didn’t realize there were so many ways to make coffee.”

You raised your brows and looked at Natasha with jealousy, “You took him to Starbucks and left me out?” Natasha gave you a smile like a cat that caught their mouse. Steve chuckled.

“It wasn’t anything too exciting you missed out on.” Steve said, smiling softly.

“Oh I don’t know, Steve, Your face got pretty red when the barista asked you what you wanted and you couldn’t give her an answer for 5 minutes.” Natasha said, bringing her legs up under her on the couch across from you. Steve sputtered. “You didn’t tell me there would be over 20 choices when I’ve only known of black coffee with sugar!”

You laughed with Natasha at an embarrassed Steve.

“So?” You asked Steve who looked at you confused, “What did you order and did you like it?”

Steve shook his head, smiling. “I ordered a white chocolate mocha frappuccino and it was amazing!”

“Steve has a major sweet tooth.” Natasha quipped. Steve knocked his knee into Natasha’s. Hmmm not an unwelcome development you smelled but kept your queries about their relationship to yourself.

“Has anyone shown you the internet yet?” You asked Steve.

“I know what Google is but that’s about it, haven’t really had the time to explore it more.”

As Steve said this an evil smirk grew on your lips, Natasha rolled her eyes at you but was smiling, Steve looked at you innocently.

Things were great for a few weeks, the world was moving past the alien invasion and rebuilding New York City. Any time the Avengers stepped out of the tower they were bombarded with questions. Questions about the invasion, questions on if there would be more attacks, questions about how come they could parade about with no legal repercussions. The last question made you sit on edge but no one on the team answered it so you let it die out.

Your days consisted of talking with the team (Bonding, as Steve liked to put it), embarrassing Steve, knocking Tony a few pegs down with your refined sarcasm, laughing with Clint and Natasha as you talked about old, botched missions. Even sparring together in an interactive training room Tony had made specific to each Avenger if you went in solo, and more general if you all trained as a team. The coolest thing about it was that the A.I. Tony imbedded in it would adapt to you so things never became too easy to handle.

Then Thor came back.

Without Loki, of course.

Thor took to you like icing to cake. You spent the first few days finding each other’s boundaries in humor and physicality but once you both got comfortable you were inseparable. He was like a brother you wished you had. Then the week passed and he asked the question he had been sent to ask.

“Would it be alright if my brother, Loki, resided here until his banishment is revoked?”

You held your breath as the room tunneled and all you could see was Thor. Loki would be coming here. He would be within touching distance. What would you both say to each other? Would he even grace you with a look, let alone a conversation?

“Y/n?” Tony asked you, snapping you back to what was going on now, everyone had answered. Considering they knew Loki was brainwashed they all said yes, even Clint although his yes was a little strained.

“Yes.” You breathed out. Swallowing the lump in your throat at Thor’s smile.

“You will love my brother, y/n, he has just your kind of humor, perhaps he could further your training on magic!”

You forced out a laugh and smile.

“I bet he can, Big Guy.”

Pt. 6/Pt. 7/?

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#loki x reader #astral pt6 #astral #my writing #thor #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanov #clint barton #avengers #IM FREAKING OUT CUZ THEYRE GONNA BE REUNITED AND I DONT HAVE IT PLANNED OUT SO IT'S GONNA BE A TRIP FOR BOTH OF US XD #i mean is loki still mad? ;) are you over your own anger for loki making you choose? ;) is it gonna be awkward or will you both just ignore #each other?#idkkkkkk #i guess youll find out tomorrow :)#:))))))))#trust me im just as frustrated about not posting the next part yet XD

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